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The Ultimate Vehicle of Earthly Bliss - 6. Silhouettes at Play

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Schattenspiel

 

Ich sehe auf die erhellte Wand

Neben mir fühl ich zwei Augen,

Die blicken unverwandt

Auf mich

Und eine müde Stimme sagt:

Ich liebe dich.

 

Ich liebe dich, auch wenn du nicht willst,

Weil du mit deiner Schönheit

All meine Sehnsucht stillst.

Sag mir –

Nein sag mir nichts – lieber schweig –

Laß mich bei dir

 

Ein Schatten beugt sich zu meinem hin,

Bis sich ein banges Bild vermählt

Ich starre reglos hin –

Und ich

Hör einen von Schatten seufzen:

Ich bin glücklich . . . . . [i]

 

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Silhouettes at Play

 

On the dimly lit wall beside me

I observe, feeling your two eyes

Holding me steadfastly,

Then hear

My tired voice as it says:

How I love you.

 

Love you, even if you don’t want it,

For you and your beauty fulfill

My every last desire.

Tell me –

No, tell me not – stay silent –

Leave me with you

 

An anxious shadow bends towards mine,

Until the images marry –

I watch motionlessly –

And hear

One of the silhouettes sigh:

You make me glad . . . . .

 

 

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Ah, the sometimes confusing feelings of love and relationships.  Not everything is always clear.

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7 hours ago, ReaderPaul said:

Ah, the sometimes confusing feelings of love and relationships.  Not everything is always clear.

Perhaps if this were a poem about a man and woman, maybe the perplexing feelings of general relationships could apply when talking abt this poem's heart, but it's not. It's clearly two women. The heart of this poem is about fear. All Gay people know this fear, that the one you love will turn their back on you and run to a straight relationship because the whole of our society is geared to make this path very, very easy. Does she love me? Does she love me enough -- fear.

The poem to me is the magical moment when the other woman -- perhaps a younger one -- tells the poet that she makes her happy too. Thus, sighing relief at the end; the cessation of fear (at least for the moment) 

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6 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

Even silent shadows speak with eloquence in this vivid poem.  How beautifully this is done. 

Part of the cliche circling the lives of Gay people is this "living in the shadows" meme. Here the poet seems to grab it by the horns and relay how these 'shadow people' are just as real, just as loving and afraid, as "normal" people. This is a powerful poem to me, and if I didn't know it came from the first decade of the 20th century, I'd probably assume it was written in the 1970s. It's that honest, and that open.

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6 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

if I didn't know it came from the first decade of the 20th century, I'd probably assume it was written in the 1970s. It's that honest, and that open.

I hasten to agree with this. It’s heartening to recognize oneself as real. This poem is as sure and plain as anything to come from the 70’s. 

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